He's dropped off to sleep on the couch and he looks so casual, so comfortable, so at ease. I stand in the archway between the dining room and living room and analyze the scene. There is my Paul, shirtless, two arms behind his head, three covering his smooth torso while the sixth and last hand has lost its grip of the book he was reading before drifting off. He is breathing softly, sweetly. His chest gently rising and falling beneath the arms that cover it. His head slightly cocked to one side so that I can almost see into it, almost see his dreams. He tells me he sprouts wings and flies in his dreams. Often he takes me with him, wrapping me up in his many arms and carrying me above the trees, over the roof tops, up to where we disappear into the clouds and soar away.

My groin begins to tingle. I watch his body engulfed in restful sleep. My cocks begin to respond as his musculature expands and contracts with each warm breath. I reach a hand down into my pants and begin to massage my organs. They are growing, becoming firm, solid, longing to break free. I take all three into one hand as my other hands quickly undo belt, buttons and fly. My cocks gratefully spring out into the open. I spread them and assign one hand to each of the three and begin to stroke. And all the while I cannot take my eyes off my sleeping Angel in flight.

Precum oozes as I rub and massage, lubricating and making my way easier. I softly moan, hoping not to disturb my slumbering Octo-lover. He continues to sleep, but his arms reposition - exposing his solid chest. He rubs just beneath one of his pecs and then turns so that his entire body slightly faces me. I think for a moment of planting kisses upon his neck, but I stay in the archway, manipulating my cocks, pleasuring myself, thoroughly aroused by the eroticism of the peaceful scene before me. My hands become a flurry of movement as my dicks approach the moment of fulfillment. They are nearly ready. My cum is preparing to rush up the shafts and shoot out of the heads. I pump harder, stroking faster.   My breath comes in gasps as my heart races and then...

EXPLOSION!

The milky flow from my three dicks shoots out at once onto the floor, some of it oozing onto my hands and dripping down my fingers. My legs give way as my knees go weak and I collapse onto the floor, gasping for breath. My cum's clear afterflow continues to seep out as I bring all three cocks together in one hand, slowly stroking to bring down the tempo, to reduce the heat. I look at Paul, still sleeping, unaware of the pleasure his sleeping form has given me. I must let him know. I have to show him what he does to me, even in slumber. I crawl over to him and gently undo his pants. Taking out his flaccid penises I take one into my mouth and gently wrap my hands around the other two.

They begin to awaken.